Maisie
There's an overwhelmingly hostile aura leaking out of all three of them, stuffing the interrogation chamber as if it weren't already hard enough to sit across from them and pretend they meant nothing to me.
I forced myself to sit still.
Under the table my nails dug into my trembling fists as I stared Soren head on, ignoring Mercer and Jericho. Mercer, because I feared he had the ability to open his mouth and destabilize me with one harsh word. Jericho, because he'd always had a way to strip me bare without even speaking.
Quinlan was noticeably absent and I tried hard not to think about what that meant.
Maybe he had written me off. Maybe he too believed the worst of me and didn't think I was even worth looking at.
I took it as a small blessing. It meant I didn't have to see the hatred in his eyes, too.
